The Napkin Sketch

So apparently I went on a date with an artist. Not that he TOLD me he was an artist. No, I had to figure that out when he started sketching my face on a napkin halfway through our conversation at Cup A Joe. Without asking. Just picked up his pen and started drawing while I was talking about clinical rotations.

The Napkin Sketch

He ordered some ridiculous caramel macchiato with extra foam situation to seem sophisticated. I got black coffee because I’m not trying to impress anyone with my beverage choices. (Okay fine, maybe I was trying to seem cool and low-maintenance. Sue me.) We talked for FOUR HOURS. I didn’t even realize until they started stacking chairs around us.

The sketch was actually good. Like, really good. I may have kept the napkin. This is not me falling for a guy who draws. This is me appreciating art. There’s a difference. Shut up.